My friend Debbie’s two daughters were in high school
when she experienced severe flu-like symptoms. Debbie
visited her family doctor, who told her the flu bug
had passed her by. Instead, she had been touched by
the "love bug" and was now pregnant.

The birth of Tommy, a healthy, beautiful son, was an
event for celebration, and as time went by, it seemed
as though every day brought another reason to
celebrate the gift of Tommy’s life. He was sweet,
thoughtful, fun-loving and a joy to be around.

One day when Tommy was about five years old, he and
Debbie were driving to the neighborhood mall. As is
the way with children, out of nowhere, Tommy asked,
"Mom, how old were you when I was born?"